The weak point of the first case in this Appendix is in the almost necessary
uncertainty as to the previous absence of the writing. We have already commented on
the value of evidence of this sort in our remarks on Mr. Mohinis deposition. (Appendix II.)

The second case does not appear to us evidentially of much importance,
because it was at the open window the ribbon fell, and Madame Coulomb was with Dr.
Hartmann at Bombay.

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From the Supplement to The Theosophist, April, 1884, p. 65.

Enclosed is an article, entitled Chastity; to which a little history
is attached, that may perhaps interest my brother-Theosophists.

I left Wadhwan on the 15th of February in company with Madame Blavatsky and Baboo
Mohini M. Chatterjee. We were on our way to Bombay, returning from a visit to his
Highness, the Thakore Saheb of Wadhwan. A few hours before we started, Madame
Blavatsky had read the said article, corrected a few words and returned it to me. I
read it carefully to see what corrections she had made, and whether I might not myself
make some changes. I only found a few words corrected, folded the paper, put it in
my pocket-book, deposited the pocket-book in my satchel, locked the same, entered the car
and put the satchel on my seat, where it never left me and never was out of my sight,
until the event which I am about to describe occurred. We travelled on, Madame
Blavatsky being in the same car. Towards evening Madame Blavatsky requested me to
let her see that article again. I took it out of my satchel, unfolding the paper
before handing it to her, and as I did so, imagine my surprise to find on it four long
lines written on a space which was blank before, in the well-known handwriting of our
Master, and in a different kind of ink than that used by Madame Blavatsky. How that
writing could have been done in my satchel and during the shaking of the car, I do not
pretend to explain.

Another incident occurred when I was alone by myself. On the morning of the
20th of February, I received a curious Thibetan medal from our Master through Madame
Blavatsky. I then accompanied her on board the steamer on which she was to sail for
Europe. On my return to the shore I went into a native jewellery shop and bought a
locket to deposit my medal, but could not find a chain long enough for my purpose. I
then returned to my room, and paced the floor, studying what to do in regard to the
chain. I finally came to the conclusion that I would buy a rose-coloured silk
ribbon. But where to get it, being a stranger in Bombay; that was the
question. My pacing the floor brought me again in front of the open window, and
there right before me on the floor lay exactly the very silk ribbon, brand new, and just
the one I wanted.